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Song Qingchun listened to the beeping sound on the phone, and took the mobile phone in front of him a little incredulously, and confirmed it twice before he dared to believe that Su Zhinian had really called just now.

"What's so cool, hanging up the phone in such a hurry, it's rude......" Song Qingchun pouted, muttered, put the phone aside, stretched, and moved for a while, because he hadn't slept well for two consecutive days, and he couldn't support his body lying on the desk at noon to make up for sleep.

Although he only threw her the six words "make oatmeal at night", it made her sullen mood since last night much happier and relaxed, and even hummed a song, turned on the computer, and went to deal with the work that had not been done at all today.

Halfway through the processing, Song Qingchun got up and went to the pantry to make himself a cup of coffee, came back and sat on the office chair happily holding the coffee, while drinking, he also picked up his mobile phone, and stared at Su Zhinian's name at the top of the call record a few times.

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It seems that he was too nervous, and it was just a dream...... Besides, didn't the police station call that day and say that the courier brother had confessed everything?

Su Zhinian held the mobile phone, pondered for a moment, and then threw his coat on the sofa on the side, walked back to the desk, entered the computer password, and continued to deal with an email that had not been solved for a day, but after ten minutes of processing, his eyelids jumped violently again, and the heart that had been calmed down began to panic again, and this time the situation was stronger than before, and the heartbeat was incredibly fast, as if it would burst out at any time.

Su Zhinian stopped working, raised his hand and pressed his eyelids that had been beating, and the dream he had just had resurfaced in his mind again.

Even if I talked to her on the phone and knew that she was fine, why did I still feel so bad?

Su Zhinian's eyebrows couldn't help frowning, and even the corners of his lips became a little tight.

What went wrong?

Su Zhinian thought about it for a long time, but he didn't figure out what was abnormal, but his mood was the same as in the morning, and he couldn't calm down to go to work, so he simply left work early and went home.

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At night, Su Zhinian dreamed again.

Like the dream he dreamed in the office at noon, the beginning of the picture was very beautiful, and Song Qingchun's smile was like a flower, which made him intoxicated and fascinated.

But at the warmest moment, the picture is reversed.

This is Su Zhinian's dream this time, it is not that Song Qingchun's whole body began to bleed inexplicably, but that she was standing on a very empty road, not noticing at all that a car behind her was rushing towards her.

Standing on the side of the road, he saw this scene, waved at her, and shouted to her with all his strength to be careful, reminding her to stay away, but she seemed to have lost her sense of hearing, standing quietly in place, watching him move.

Seeing that the car was about to crash into her, he rushed at her without even thinking about it.

There was a distance between him and her, but he didn't know what was going on, and at the moment when the car was about to touch her body, he suddenly came to her side, pushed her away, and then she was hit by the car, and in mid-air, he saw her pushed by him, fell on the road, and then, he fell heavily on the hard ground.

PS: Do you smell the smell of the upcoming high tide?